Of Armor and Assholes.
The sounds of the Royal/Noble class grunting and straining to survive was exhilarating. At the training grounds the final exam was being given, and it was a life or death test for the cushy elite in the literal sense. The school would kill those young men and women who pursued the martial education without serious dedication. There was no room in the kingdom for those who pick up a sword out of a passing fancy. However there was a crowd of women and girls watching a particular student in his final test. However, he was not in a one on one fight alone, but in a three on one death match with the esteemed heads of the Order of the Wild, a high ranking archer group, The Mistresses of Magic, the royal elite mages, and the Steel of the End, the most elite warriors, usually reserved for threats that an army found impossible to over come. The fight was about to begin, as the three masters of their crafts were preparing. The ranger had stripped all of her clothes, only donning a leather thong, her quiver and a breast plate that adequately covered her nipples. The mage burned her clothes off, revealing a modest bra and panties made of fireproof and very comfortable Lava sheep wool. The air was becoming hot around her as the air shimmered, and without any bravado or hubris the warrior chosen a weapon from the cart he pulled himself, an unwieldy hammer that looked like only the strongest man in a carnival side show could lift.
The son of the Duke had shown great potential, from his entry age of six, until now, the day of his birth and potential graduation of eighteen years. He had cleared everything the school had taught him with little effort. The word "genius" was not tossed around lightly as he even solved on of the seven problems the school had used to test for the highest aptitude. He was confident, but no conceited, and shockingly humble, for being in the direct line of succession for the throne. The girls found him easy to approach, while the boys found an adventuring friend in him. Not an unkind word was said about him, as he gave off the aura of someone who truly cared with little use for pretense.
The heavily armored proctor stepped into the ring as mages erected a five layer shield around the arena to protect the crowds and the surviving graduates. Fortunately this year everyone passed and survived, however this was the last test, and this battle was going to be intense. In the crowd a young maid shouted at the duke, and he waved to the crowds gathered to watch either his fight or execution. But the crowd was quickly silenced as a royal procession was lead to the ring as the Duke and King approached the shield.
"The Duke has something he wants to confirm before the test."
The Kings attendant spoke aloud.
The Duke hefted a great and heavy looking sword, while his son wielded a training sword of copper.
"Before you die, I want to see if you can survive this!"
But before his son could react, the scabbard of the large sword hit the ground and the Duke vanished. There was a large cloud of dust kicked up and the sound of metal hitting metal. The pressure from the swinging of the huge sword cleared the dust away to show the son holding the sharp and pointed end of the broken sword to his father's throat. The guards moved to react as the King halted them.
Wordlessly both men withdrew as the huge sword was left sticking in the ground. The son grabbed the handle, expecting it to be as heavy as it looked, but it was surprisingly easy to heft and swing. S small metallic clinking sound drew his attention to his wrist where under the gauntlet a bracelet with a chain connecting him to the pommel of the sword appeared.
"I acknowledge you as my new master."
A breathy, husky feminine voice spoke into his mind. If he thought about it, it sounded like a overly horny woman. But try as he might, he could not remove the bracelet. It was cursed to remain on him until he died. Great. The boy stepped back into the ring, where his opponents were finishing their prep. The proctor raised his hands, hoping after a boring test day, that someone would at least lose a limb. But when he signaled the fight, the son of the Duke did not move an inch. He was dangerously flanked now in a triangle. The first to make a move was the ranger firing several quick succession of volleys of arrows at the boy. The mage had fired a ground bouncing lightning bolt at him, while the warrior was aiming to crush the boy under his hammer. The crowd gasped at the overall danger the boy who did not move a single muscle was in.
BUT....
In the boy's vision, everything was slow. Instead of wasting magic to make himself stronger, he bolstered his speed and defense. The arrows if they hit would do no more than leave nasty scratches than penetrate his body. The hammer would leave a nasty knot on his head, and he would have his hair burned by the lightning. That is if he allowed any of it to connect.
His first move was to rush the most dangerous target, the mage. In a flash he was in her face delivering a solid strong blow to her solar plexus. Even with her magically enhanced defenses, the blow was enough to drop her to her knees, disrupting any further casting. The arrows were tracking his movements, just hitting where he was only by seconds. The massive hammer whizzed by his head as he rushed the already fast and agile ranger. She avoided his sword slashes, that were knocking her arrows off course. He was pressing her into defense and they both knew they would not last long in a protracted battle. She started mixing in thrown weapons among her shots, hoping to catch him off guard as he was hounding her relentlessly. There was no trees or cover of any kind, except by the hulking armored beast of a warrior, and the ranger darted to behind her would be savior.
The mage could not get up. It was as if her body rejected any of her orders. She realized too late that the boy had laced his punch with magic and it stopped her effectively, so she sat in her underwear pouting as she watched her two companions tag team the boy.
The ranger alighted herself on the warriors armor. From her position, she had perfect coverage of the boy, who was busy with her and the hammer. The mage was not backing them up which means they had to finish this in time for the stew lunch at their favorite tavern. She ducked to avoid the pressure of the boy's slash, the hammer did not fare so well, as its handle was gashed in a spot. But she took advantage of the boy's wild swing to reach for her good arrows, and found...
Nothing.
Her quiver was being trampled on by the warrior as he was backing up to avoid the reckless slashes. Slashes that spoke of absolutely no sword training at all. Sure, the boy must be scared to forget his his training. The ranger had a little sympathy for the scared son of the Duke. But there were others in the line for the throne so his death would not affect it much. It was not like the school wanted to kill its student graduates, but this world was harsh and cruel, and just because it was at peace, did not mean the world would not chew them up in a heartbeat. Separating the wheat from the chaff, so to speak. However...
The mage finally found her voice. She could see the magic forming along the huge swords edge. To her the boy was toying with them, waiting for his magic to settle in place.
"DODGE HIS NEXT SWING!!!!!"
She yelled too late as the warrior and ranger combo advanced on the boy, now within his slashing range. It was a clean slash, but even with the parry, it was over for them. The huge slash spun the boy around as the edge cleanly cut through the armor, and finished the hammer off. The warriors armor fell off his body to reveal that it was a woman, whose breasts were exposed to the world, as the slash knocked her back, which trapped the leg of the ranger under the armor. Fortune smiled on the pair, as there was no serious injury. But the warrior and ranger were down and out. Even her bow was broken. But a barrage of fireballs aimed for his head let him know he was far from done.
His magic was low, and the wild swings left him tired. So he used a trick he created for hunting. As long as he sees his prey, this will work.
He stomped his foot, and the mage who was struggling to remain standing as the effects of his punch were wearing off. She was surprised as she was launched into the air. He used the last of his speed to make it under her. Normally he would either kill his target in the air, or if it was small enough he would catch it and break its neck, but he settled for kicking her dropped staff away and catching her in his arms.
The victory was his. He was still carrying the mage when the sword vanished. He held her under his arm as his buddies and fans rushed him. The various instructors and officials looked over the cut armor, and sure enough it was a clean cut. If the boy had not held back, the warrior would have lost her life. Laughing at their situation, the two women spoke in unison:
"I want to marry him!"
The mage was thinking the same thing as she was being carried like luggage. She was not really a high ranking member of the mages, selected to do this because the others were too busy. She resigned herself to her fate of being luggage, and whatever whims this boy may have. She long gave up any notion of modesty or virtue. She forfeited that when she tried to burn off his face. Even in her nicest protective underwear she felt no shame as no one was really paying attention to her.
"Umm."
The crowd was celebrating as she tried to get his attention.
"Yes?"
"Hi. Um I need the restroom."
He nodded and carried her to the training fields outhouse. He let her go, and she ran in on wobbly legs. He waited as his friends were talking. She came out, cast a spell on her hands and slumped over. He deftly picked her up again. This day was strange enough, and questioning why the son of the Duke was carrying a mage of the highest order like luggage seemed to be of little importance. The girls of the crowd wanted to know what she done so they too could get carried like that, in his strong, capable arms. A classmate asked about it.
"She knows what she did."
"I do."
"Trying to erase me beyond ashes is a no-no."
"Yes."
The barrage of fireballs was not normal. They were insidious for the fact that not only did they bypass any form of defense, but they obliterated whatever they hit and anything around it until the magic was spent. Not a good spell for an arena fight. If the crowds knew she was going full lethal, they would have her lynched and hung. But he was not out to ruin her life. It was lucky he added a magic null barrier to the protections of the arena beforehand, as a precaution to him going all out.
So the day was spent with her under his arm, and the classes partying. Tomorrow until graduation day was study halls and make up days.
Of course she was going to be his luggage, as by the end of the day, she was starting to get off on being carried. She prayed no one noticed the small leak of her honey from between her legs.
That night....
In the wild, unclaimed lands across the ocean, where empires rose and fell, nothing remains there of any civilized form of life. The continent was called lost, as no one in their right minds would try and live there. Sure there were colonies from the many kingdoms from elsewhere, but none survived longer than a year. It was a lost cause to live there, and even worse to try and take it for ones self. An ancient ruin, long stripped of anything valuable, a stone dial relief turned, and locked into place. The room's walls with its intricate carvings started to light up. The dark purple glow scared some monsters using the room as a nest, and a portal opened in the center, and a black armored figure stepped out, followed by a legion of warriors. It reaching a rising pedestal, and placed a blood red crystal on it. Soon the ruins glowed to life, repairing itself and killing the monsters that made it their home. The army of workers that followed began their labor, making their ancient citadel functional again. That night, everything living within three miles of the ruins would be killed to feed a long lost war machine, the likes the world had forgotten it barely drove out.
In the Duke's apartment a maid and a mage were in the middle of an important discussion. The mage's life now belonged to the boy. The kingdom's rules of war applied even to the the final exam of the school, a single, simple rule. "if you can kill a thing, you own the thing." That is why most of the graduates will move on to military service, before they take up their titles, to receive further training from the warriors who fought them in their final test. However, the Duke's son was exempt from military service, and everyone knew it. Not because of his father's influence, but because the royal family already had enough son's joining the ranks of the military this year, and unfortunately they needed as survivor to maintain the bloodline. Not that he minded, as he wanted to go exploring before settling down to fully push papers, manage territories and genuinely live a quiet life of service to the throne.
But in his bedroom, he was aching. He really pushed himself too far, and a mana and herb infused hot water bath was the ticket. He did not know the storms that were about to crash down on his head, and the first gust of wind was approaching his door...
The large Ogre woman, who looked like a normal woman, just taller and stronger, was carrying two kegs of fine wine, while the ranger had caught some blood rabbits and a lust snake, which would make a very fine meal for what the three had planned.
The maid let the two women in, and all four started to chat as they worked on the lavish meal to celebrate the son's passing the final exam. Sadly the armor could not be repaired, as it was made from an exceptionally strong metal.
This society, men and women were equal in everything but matters of relations and love. Monogamy was a passing fad, as in this world, death was less than a heartbeat away, so women world wide expected, and even demanded a strong man spread his seed far and wide. Any notions of exclusivity was seen as a direct, and deadly insult to women. Yes they fell in love and wanted the man for themselves, so instead of trapping him, the notion of capturing his first, or being the first in his group to bed him was the accepted norm to end hostility. Dates were solo affairs, to show favor, but it is said a man is nothing more than a breeding accessory to a group of any number of women. Love is love, but losing out on good stock is worse than the pain of being cheated on.
So tonight, the maid forgot her place. She was trained since birth to serve the son of the Duke. She felt a strong connection to him, to the point that there was almost never a night that she did not work herself to a sloppy mess with her fingers at the thought of what he could do to her body. Of course she had seen him naked enough to know every inch of that delicious looking cock, that would bounce as she helped him dress in the morning. But his station would not allow for relations with her. And if he did knock her up, she would have to resign as his maid, and leave his service unless she took a side step in her life to be his concubine. His father weekly receives marriage invites, stacks of them. Any marriage he is involved in would purely be both social and political. And she would automatically become his first. The maid hoped the woman he has to marry would be a kind and caring woman, to allow her to stop being his maid, to be a concubine. She loved being close to him as a maid, but her body screamed for more.
A saying in maid training "The cute maid gets laid." is both a welcomed thing but also a warning. It was not a secret that powerful men and women bedded their maids often. A woman in the mood once laid out an entire staff of maids in a single evening. That was the Dukes wife. This is what the son was born into. So as he washed himself, after he locked is childhood friend and maid out of his room, he dressed in his casual clothing. He was a man now, and could bathe himself. He felt it quite foolish to have someone wash him. He stepped out of the bedroom, and the apartment near the school smelled so good, his stomach cried out for the food. Noises from the kitchen were common, as he sat on his plush couch with a book, waiting for his meal.
The four women, all in summer maids uniforms, which on the Ogress looked downright scandalous, seated him at the table, and served him his dinner, and they too joined him, The meal was a wonderful but jaded affair, once he learned their true intentions. He was going to be all of their husbands. They knew it was a pipe dream, but they were going to try, even his now slightly drunk maid. All of the food was geared towards making a night of passionate sex better. The ranger even passed out small bottles of a white liquid to the others. That was the reigning contraception of the world. It worked horrifically well. Drink it, and you cant get pregnant for an entire cycle. It was great for trysts, but horrible if you are actually wanting to make kids later. If a man drinks it, he becomes sterile for a cycle too. Men choose not to drink it, because to men it takes like shit three times reheated.
Once everyone was full, the dishes cleared, and before even being invited, the Ogress carried the boy to his room, as her companions followed.
"Ladies, lets see what we are working with. I am not expecting much, from a human man, but maybe he knows things to satisfy."
The ogress spoke, trying to rile him up. But when his pants are were removed things got intensely real. So real, the ranger leapt from the third floor, and returned shortly after, to measure his cock. She grew fearful. The ogress sensing her friends distress looked down at his package and snorted fearfully too. She was a pure maiden of an ogress, the only cocks she seen were her male relatives when they would bathe as a family. So when his weapon was revealed, she grew afraid of the damage it would do to her maidenhood. The maid and the others, minus the mage, who found herself under his arm again were preparing the bed as from her position she could play with his magic staff.
The night was just getting started......